All language subtitles for Without Motive s01e02 Memories of Laura

Maybe you heard, but we've got a bit of
a bad lad on our guard.

Three women, it is.

Murdered last eight months.

I know her.

What, not know her? She came in the
shop. Got a job for you. Go and give

Roberts a tug.

What are you saying?

You think I killed Trish?

You saw what he did to his wife.

No, I saw what somebody did to his wife.

It's the social services that are going
to take your kids away from you, mate.

He confirms he spent all last Friday
night drinking with Robert.

Derek, it wasn't just me. You had him
down with those three other women. And

here I am, and there you are.

He's here now.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's here.

You're a sales rep.

Would you have any clients in Wales at
all? Has he ever been involved in any

sort of accident?

He killed four women, Mr Edwards.

I see.

I've had it about three years.

I think he'd have traded in for a white
one. You wouldn't happen to know your

blood group, would you? Yeah, sure.

Oh. I've got him again, Jack.

The bloke you spoke to the other day.
Edward?

What, the confessor? Well, thank you
very much, Mr Jackson.

That'll be all for now, right?

You know your way out, don't you?

Edward, we've ruled him out, haven't we?

All he's got is what was in the papers.
He hasn't got a clue about the stuff

that we held back. What's the matter
with these people? It's a deal, isn't

Deal?

He's a dang good kicking, if you ask me.

Well, maybe you should write to the Home
Secretary. Give him the benefit of your

wisdom.

It's up on weirdos. It's up on the cause
of the weirdos.

A police officer writes.

As a serving police officer, I'm often
asked the question, will you take your

foot off my throat?

Short, sharp shock, that's all I'm
saying.

I'm saying we should hang him.

You can't, can you?

It inflicts a little bit of physical
pain.

Is it any wonder the state the
investigation's in?

That Welsh arsehole at the helm.

The offender probably harbours...

A deep -rooted hostility towards women.

Profiler Owen's got a hold of.

He's paying this woman.

As for the rest of it, mediums, dowsers,
astrologers, about the only soul he's

not consulted is Jim or Fixit.

Eight months, Monty, eight months. What
have they got to show?

No, tell me, what have they found out?

He's white, Welsh accent.

Reddish, maybe dark blonde hair, late
30s, early 40s, blood group O.

Little bit of an overbite.

Four -door saloon, dark blue, sample of
his DNA.

Well, what of that lot fits in with what
we know of our murder?

Victim was a prostitute.

Injuries are consistent, but not quite
as frenzied as the three Welsh women,

which suggests he might have been
disturbed.

Disturbed, right.

But that one's come forward? No.

We're still looking.

Sighting of a blue car in the vicinity.

So most of what we're doing is what?

Pouring time and resources into leads
which derive almost exclusively from the

Welsh murders.

What if Irene is wrong, Monty?

He looks it, doesn't he?

Eh?

Evil. This bloke they're looking for.

You can see it in his eyes.

Imagine him coming after you on a dark
night with something in his hand.

Is it sex?

Is that what he does them for?

Well, Jack says no, but I suppose it
might be.

He doesn't tell me everything.

Does he?

Well, no. Some things they have to keep
secret.

None only to the police and the killer.

I've not thought of that.

I'll tell you what.

I wouldn't want to be in his shoes when
they get hold of him.

Someone like your Jack.

Keeps himself fit.

Boxer.

I bet he's got a temper on him too,
hasn't he?

Well, sure, but... No, he's very...
Well, he wouldn't, you know.

Not a prisoner.

It's... Well, mistreat a prisoner. It's
not worth it. No.

I suppose when you're big like that, you
don't need to lose a temper, do you?

You just do it with your eyes.

Or what you say.

I wish my Frank had an interest.

Governor wants three two -man teams.

Go over what's been gathered so far by
the Welsh.

Sort the wheat.

So, for the minute, you're all off the
Roberts inquiry.

Linda and Trev.

Janine Wells.

Line by line.

I don't want to pre -empt, but it's his
first bit of handiwork.

Makes it special.

Last November, I know.

But so far as you're concerned, it
happened this morning.

Same goes for the rest of you.

Jack, Jim, Anchor Morgan.

March, Pontypridd.

Like the others, a violent, brutal
attack.

Same hallmarks.

She's the youngest.

Does that make a difference?

I don't know. Does it?

It's the only one with a sexual motive.
Maybe that's something.

And last but not least, Iris Thorpe.

Could be the most important of the lot.

Killed two days before he moved over
outside of the water to do Mrs Roberts.

What's happened?

Why has he shifted over here? Why two in
a matter of days when there's been

months between one, two and three?

Well, he's gathering momentum. Each
one's more violent than the last.

Until he gets to ours.

He was interrupted, though, wasn't he?
We think.

OK, Ramblers.

Why should we have any better luck than
Owen's boys?

Fresh horses.

Look at it as if it's just got on.

How do you feel about that, Roger?

I did it.

Okay. What do you do with that
prostrate?

Ah, yes.

Yeah. I mean, I... Good.

I refocus that energy.

Refocus the energy. Good.

Now, darling, I want you to...

Oh,

come on!

You're playing an old girl.

I don't know.

Should have brought himself with us.

He'd get it cleared.

Who?

Exactly. Dr. Huell.

Owen.

Traffic, wasn't it?

No way.

Straight.

That's how he got rank.

King of the Black Rat.

Obviously the way, mate. You and me got
it wrong.

Don't waste your time locking your guts
down in CID. Get in the traffic.

20 years, boom.

DCS.

Ain't he a nice big murder, Tad?

That's lovely for you, isn't it?

Sir? Oh,

welcome, sir, welcome.

Derek, nice to see you again. You.

You've met Susan, have you? Yes.

You're familiar with the work of
Professor Goody, motivation counsellor?

Very important, I think.

Some of those lads have been through it.

Now, let me introduce you to some of the
team, shall I? For our little powwow.

Put names to faces.

It'll mean a lot to the team to me,
Peter.

Fine. Good.

Well, you'll have to take us as you find
us, but I think you'll find everything

ship -shape and, uh... Well, I shouldn't
say Bristol fashions, did I?

Well, shall we?

Right. I'll introduce you to Prince, our
resident computer wizard.

Wizard of the Web, he is.

And through here, some of the backroom
boys.

Me and Barry Williams used to come up
here, get out of it.

He told the cops it was him what found
her, but it was me.

I found her.

Came up here that day and I had to have
a shit, so went off to find somewhere

and she was just there.

Didn't realise what it was at first.

Thought it was a roll of old carpet or
something, you know.

I've never seen anything like it, man.

Never.

I tell you.

No, no, I agree entirely. Welcome is the
word, yes.

Welcome direct sending his boys over
here to look into what we've managed to

glean so far. And if there's anything at
all, any way in which we can help

facilitate your acquirement, then you're
very welcome.

Well, I must say I'm delighted.

One often travels, hopefully.

But, of course, in an inquiry of this
nature, two forces, two countries,

always a possibility of personality,
partisan, national identity issues

the... But I must say, straightaway, I
can see that this inquiry is going to be

conducted in a collegiate atmosphere of
mutual respect and goodwill. So, thank

you for that, Hugh.

I'd like to get down to some details, if
I may.

By all means, by all means.

Clarification of one or two points,
nothing major at this stage, but looking

the first murder... Janine Wells, yeah?
Yeah.

Now, we have three sightings,
supposedly, of this blue car.

Two of your witnesses are saying it's a
two -door hatchback, one, it's a four

-door. I just wonder why you've gone
with the four -door.

Well, once we had a sighting of the
second one, the Hank and Morgan girl,

four -door thing came into play then,
really.

Anka Morgan was going to be my next
point, actually.

The sexual aspect of the attack is
singular to her.

Maybe she was the only one he fancied.

And the blue car, of course, was seen
again with Iris Thorpe, Heath.

Same car again, you see.

What I think would be useful would be
for Derek to go through your policy file

with you.

Policy file?

Yes. He needs to understand your
thinking on these cases. Not just the

forensics, but your thought processes.

How you arrived at your conclusions.

No, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can see
the logic in that, yeah.

You're booked into a hotel here tonight,
aren't you, Derek?

That's taken care of, he said, the whole
life. You'll find it very comfortable.

Well, rather than waste time now...
Smoking, that was right, was it?

Yes, thank you.

Well, this isn't a he said, she said,
Janet and John domestic.

Not a competition to see who can piss
highest, either.

I know that. You don't have to tell me
that.

Ronnie, if he's wrong on any of these
details, any of them, he's buying this

monster time to strike again. I can't
let that happen.

We're hunting a predator.

A man who kills without motive.

Owen is out of his depth.

I can't be seen to take sides.

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

They couldn't find their ass with a man.

Two women saw it going off with a bloke
in a blue car.

They got a statement from one of the
girls, Francis, but the other one,

no surname, they haven't been able to
trace.

What about the dad?

Tredegar will drop in on the way back at
this time, but I'd sooner talk to the

second woman and the boyfriend.

Here, we're going to find him.

Did you find him?

No, we found Francis.

You see one of the girls who saw it go
off?

Yeah. Anything?

No, just confirmed her original
statement.

Well, what about Janice, her mate?

Well, we spoke to her next -door
neighbour, an old boy.

According to him, this other girl, this
Janice Lawrence, was living with Anka at

a flat, but no -one's tracked her or the
boyfriend down.

So who is his boyfriend?

A fly -by -night DJ one minute,
photographer the next in London

But until we know his full name, we
can't trace him.

Francis said that Anka and Janice would
be mates from way back, so maybe your

dad or someone would be able to help.

I'm going to bed.

Night, love.

Done your homework?

Yeah. Good girl.

Oh, you won't forget my dress.

I said I'd do it.

OK, night.

Party Saturday with your mother.

Yeah, come on.

Well, set the blue card at one side for
the moment.

The other three, he's been careful.

He's done what he's done.

He's left little or no trace.

Anchor Morgan, he's done everything but
sign it. The only one with an obvious

sexual motive. Yeah, I know what's in
the PM, Eric.

Believe me, I was there.

I saw it.

Now, listen.

Call 5.

I've got a few contacts.

I actually hear your boys need to
understand the sort of man they're

for. His... his mindset.

I don't want my blokes getting into his
mindset.

It puts a big no -entry sign across what
might otherwise prove to be useful

avenues of inquiry. It's instinct.

Well, not always.

No, not always. Sometimes it'll pay off,
sometimes it won't. But you've got to

give them the freedom.

But I'll tell you what would be useful.

Yeah. I know what you're going to say.

Now... I haven't brought my policy
document with me for good reason.

You are the nitty -gritty. You're better
off getting it from me once he's alive.

The idea was, Hugh, that you could work
me through it.

Everything you need to know.

Know what his teeth look like, his DNA,
his weight, his shoe size?

Yeah, but what's he like?

White, around 35.

Bit of a loner, drives a lot.

Claire, they thought he'd been in his
40s.

We're talking about it at work, so go
on, then.

35 and what? Single?

Not necessarily.

There's no way he's up to what he's up
to. His wife's not known about it.

You'd be amazed what people don't know
about each other.

I don't know how you do it.

I couldn't do it.

I'm very pleased you're on that.

Oh, yeah?

Trouble shared.

The red's not on, because...

Ten years I was on him, but... Oh, yes.

What one human being can do without
another.

It defies belief, really, it does.

I mean, I'm all right.

I'm married.

I reckon that the boys keep me straight.

No, it's the young ones I work with.

Divorced.

Time for another one, Forsthalter? One
more.

Help me on my way.

One of mine, please, Si.

So go on, then.

What don't you know about me that would
amaze you?

I don't know.

What don't I know?

You tell me.

I'd better not do that.

Why not?

Because you might take me off on it.

Have I got to dress up?

No. What have we got to do, then?

Machu Picchu, Machu Picchu, that
Ecuador.

I don't believe it.

Mr. Morgan.

DC Mowbray, DC Bolter.

Oh, that's about anchor, is it?

Well, I don't know why you were back
again.

I told the local boys all I knew at the
time.

Well, why not tell us?

She wasn't planned, you see.

We were only kids ourselves.

I'd done right by her mother.

It was after we split up the trouble
with Anka started.

See, her mother left her with me and
went back off to Dusseldorf.

Well, I couldn't look after her on my
own, could I? Not in the army.

So I sent her back home to my mum.

She just kept running away.

She wasn't taken into care as such, but
she did go into this residential place.

When was this?

A couple of years after I come back from
the Falklands.

She'd have been about ten.

You all right?

Oh, thank you very much.

So what was it like down in the
Falklands? Well, if you don't mind, I'd

not talk about it. You know, too many
memories.

What's this, Sam?

Another exclusive?

Not from the papers, Sam?

What is the expectation of the papers?

Hoping, I should think.

600 quid, his last piece.

Interview, wasn't it? 600 quid. Not that
we saw any of it.

You'd have thought he'd stuck a few bob
behind the bar, but no bloody fear.

All went down his neck or in the
machine.

Giving it large over the Falklands, is
he?

Well, he mentioned that he was there.

He was there.

Garrisoned. All over by then.

Putting bloody tarmac on a runway.

There's brave, innit?

Thanks.

Oh, look at this.

Not just the Argus, either.

Western Evening News run it as well.

What a bad job, huh?

They said she was 23, but... Is this
her?

Well, I didn't have a more recent
picture.

According to phone records, she called
you twice in the week before it

What was that about?

Money won the only time she ever phoned.

What did you help her out?

Money on army pension.

I don't go very far these days, I can
tell you.

I mean, she said rent, but I knew. Oh, I
knew it was drugs.

I wasn't going to help her poison
herself.

We're looking for a friend of hers.

A girl called Janice.

Did you know her?

And a boyfriend called Ricky.

I couldn't say you were friends, but...
She wanted to be a vet. Yeah, yeah,

yeah. Oh, she was very fond of animals.

She had a very kind nature. Everybody
said.

Very bubbly personality.

Full of life.

See, I had victim written all over her.

You take one look at her and think to
yourself...

One cold morning, my love, up an alley
somewhere.

We had tried to point them in the right
direction, but she was too far out, see?

Pillow to post since day one.

No bugger wanted her.

I'm looking for a friend of hers.

Janice Lawrence, something like that.

Janice Longmuir.

Longmuir, right.

Well, if it's who I think it is. They
were in care together.

You wouldn't have a social security
number for her, would you?

Yeah. Trap him down, no problem.

The god -awful bloody plague.

Petting in the wind, aren't you?

Can you chase up Armin about this
policy? Sure.

You might remind him he sent a debit
first thing. Something I should know?

I'm sensing a certain reluctance to
contribute towards the knowledge pool.

Second thoughts.

Sticker called it in the stocks.

Talk to Nina, whoever it is.

Ask if Owen sent it there by mistake.

That should do it. Should do, yeah.

Janice Longmuir, DC Marbury.

We'll go to the McVeigh?

Sure.

If they can't do the 30th, then we'll
have to lump it, but I'd sooner to lose.

It's a four -hour drive.

Detective Chief Superintendent Owen,
please.

Assistant Chief Constable Stocks. Oh,
and I'll need a higher car.

Put him to my phone and just give me a
minute.

Oh, good afternoon, sir. How are you
today?

Good.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we're cooking with gas,
sir. No doubt about it.

File up, how do you mean?

Well, yes, I am.

I am sending the policy file.

Well, no, I haven't sent it yet, no.

Well, I must say, that surprised me,
sir, because I... Yeah, yeah, I went to

him and...

Talked it through with him.

Fine tooth comb.

Well, he didn't take any notes. Perhaps
that's what it was.

Well, no.

You say he wants hard copy. He wants
hard copy and hard copy he can have.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Understood, sir. Right away.

Thank you.

Why didn't you come forward at the time?

If I'd got involved, I'd never have been
clear of it.

She'd have understood.

How long have you known each other?

We'd been about 13.

She'd been in a couple of places.

I'd been in a couple.

With a bloke at the home.

Chris's name was.

One of the carers.

30 -odd.

Started with him, I suppose.

What do you mean?

Used to mess about with us after lights
out.

He'd come in, sit on the bed.

If he didn't go along with it, it'd be a
cold bath the next morning, whatever.

We thought, well, if we're doing it, we
might as well be getting paid for it.

I know that might sound... But unless
you've been in a place like that, you've

got no idea.

But there was an inquiry, wasn't there?

They didn't believe us, but they closed
it down anyway.

He's still in it, as far as I know.

Somewhere else.

Caring. When was the last time that you
saw Anka?

Night it happened.

When you find that little brown bastard,
you give him one in the eye for me,

will you?

Hang on a minute.

We're looking for a white bloke.

Francis said that you saw Anka getting
into a blue car with a white bloke.

Yeah, but he dropped her off just before
one on Lyle Road.

I saw her. Then she went off with an
Asian in a white Nissan. Are you sure?

Young bloke, 20s.

He wanted me to go with him, but I
wouldn't do him.

Anker must have left with him about
quarter past one.

Look, I'm going to need to speak to you
about this again.

Ring first.

Don't just come round.

He doesn't know.

And what he don't know won't hurt him.

Yeah, sure.

I'll run you home.

Why, the bloody hell wasn't this girl
seen by Owen's mob first time out?

She'd done made herself scarce, sir.

The boyfriend wasn't Asian by any
chance?

He's dead.

Bought a farm two months before she did.

Here and run in Croydon.

Excellent.

Excellent work.

Well done tracking the girl down, Jack.

It's a team effort, sir.

Of course. You can turn your energies
back to the Roberts murder now.

Good job, both of you.

Thank you.

Tell me that 99 % of the questions that
we've been asking weren't based on the

anchor Morgan killing, please, Mont.

I don't suppose we've had sight yet of
his policy file either, have we?

Get that world prick on the phone.

The building that works for Brendan CID
got five numbers last Saturday.

What do you mean?

Hundred and something grand.

Unlucky, eh?

How is that unlucky?

Well, think about your chances of
winning the chatbot now, eh?

Astronomical.

You bet he was gutted.

Why, his wife was.

He left her.

So, think on. Oh, yeah.

I need to have you.

I'm Paula Mowbray's dad, is she or so?

She's upstairs, crying.

I can't do anything about it unless you
tell me what's wrong.

Am I fat?

Who told you that?

This is bloke David.

He's really lush.

They said he'd dance with me, but he
danced with Jude.

And then they went off to the coat room.

You are the most beautiful girl in the
world.

Susan said I looked like a car.

When you went out tonight, you looked a
million dollars.

Did I?

Yes.

Look, I know you're growing up, darling,
but you're still only 13.

You shouldn't be crying over a boy.

You've plenty of time for all that.

Hello, Mowbray.

Where?

I'm just round the corner. I'm on my
way.

Stay in the car. Dad!

Lock the doors.

You all right?

Yes, son.

So what happened?

George, he saw the door open on his
round.

Look, my daughter's in the car. Can you
stay with her?

Yes, sir.

Far and on the left.

You're on the lock.

Nobody else in or out.

One of ours.

Jack?

It's bad.

Look, I'm sorry, sir. Can you give me a
minute?

My daughter's in the car.

You all right?

Where's Paula?

She's not down yet.

Are you going in?

Is she OK?

What do you think?

She was in the car. She didn't see
anything.

She's not stupid.

She saw how you were.

Police tipping up with her at one o
'clock. You should have brought her

Yeah, well, I couldn't.

Look, Carla, I'll go and make sure she's
OK.

No, don't. Look, you go to work. If
you're going, I'll do the football run.

Take her with you, yeah?

Is it him? Looks like it, yes.

Hardly a red light district.

She wasn't a prostitute.

Student, 17, Laura Wadey.

Look, in light of this slaughter, I
don't propose to beat about the bush.

My officers have been working on
information that Owen insisted was

information was worthless.

We've proved it.

We proved it last night. Well, this
spirit of cooperation, I don't think so.

Derek. No, this has gone on long enough.

You've got to sort him out. You've got
to do it today. Look, I'm sorry, Ron.

You're not trying to tell me how to do
your job.

This young girl.

Please, God, let it be the last.

No.

No, we've no comments to make at this
present time. I've been informed that

parents are in Norway.

The press bureau will be issuing a
statement as soon as possible. I'm not

it's a cruise, isn't it?

I do know they left Southampton last
Saturday.

Could you please check your passenger
list and get back to me?

Yeah. It is urgent.

I'm not going to fuck them, just saying.
I shouldn't have been told. I can't

express an opinion about that, sir. It's
a management issue.

Before it interrupts, sir, I've just got
the governor on the phone.

And he'd like Chief Superintendent Owen
to meet himself and ACC stocks at the

ACC's office as soon as possible.

All right, Frank, thanks.

Do you know where it is, sir?

I don't have a driver.

Wife dropped me off.

Sunday. Jack!

Could you run the chief superintendent
over to the ACC's office, please?

Yes, sir.

Terrible business.

Terrible.

Yes, sir.

Jack?

Jack.

Monty Fowler was saying you were the
first man in.

After the beat, officer.

I'll tell you one thing, Jack.

For what it's worth, I do know what it's
like.

Thank you, sir.

Hugh?

I'll see you in a minute, yes?

There are no bad men, Hugh.

Only bad officers.

You were in charge.

You set the course of the investigation.

The idea that the Morgan girl...

died at the same hands as the first
victim was pursued to the detriment of

investigation as a whole.

It is now clear she went off with an
Asian in... A white car.

Oh, yes?

Where did this come from? One of my
officers tracked down a witness who

your boys at the time.

This is a good 90 minutes after your
last fighting offer. What does that say

you?

The keystones of your investigation, the
very things that... Derek.

I know what Chief Superintendent
Henderson thinks of my investigation.

I'm just looking at the facts.

It's now clear that whoever killed Anka
Morgan is not the same man who killed

the other three.

Why? Why is it? She was the only one he
robbed. She was the only one he had sex

with. So?

There's one thing that your profiler in
a report had that made sense, that was

absolutely right, was that these crimes
had nothing to do with sex. Agreed?

Well, let's look at what this bloke...

The man that killed Anka Morgan did to
her.

It's not just rape. He buggered her,
used her mouth, bit lumps out of her

breasts.

That's not about sex. I don't know what
is. What about this one last night?

I haven't been told.

Was there a sexual element there?

What happened last night with Laura Wade
was not about sex.

You know that, do you?

You're sure?

Hugh, we're here to talk about Anka
Morgan.

A scapegoat.

Is that it?

Is that what you're after?

The only reason Anka was tied in with
the first murder was what?

She was a prostitute and she was
murdered. No, it was... She went off in

car with a white man, same as the
others. We now know that she got out of

blue car and went off with an Asian in a
white car.

He might have killed her, he might not.

What is clear is that your only firm
link between the first two murders, the

blue car, is gone.

If you hadn't overemphasised the
importance of evidence from that second

Iris Thorpe, Patricia Roberts and now
Laura Wadey might still be alive. No,

I don't accept that. Whether you accept
it or not, I have to consider the wider

ramifications.

I made a request to your chief constable
that you be relieved, effective

immediately.

Relieved? As much for your own good as
for the investigation's.

What do you want?

What do you want me to do?

Tell me.

Tell me what you want me to do and I'll
do it. You think I've made mistakes?

All right, show me. Show me where I went
wrong. Point me in the direction. I'll

take it.

Just don't... Don't... Just take me off
it like that.

Please.

I'm sorry, but that time has passed.

It would be best for all. I've lived
with it.

Nine months.

Last thing at night.

First thing in the morning. Every day
it's there.

It's like a thing, a pain, a big black

pain just behind the eyes.

You think you're not thinking about it,
but it's there. It doesn't sleep in the

end. You're making deals with it. It's
like this, then that.

Cracks in the pavement.

You make a breakthrough and the girl,
the weather girl on telly that day was

wearing yellow. And you're convinced the
next time she wears yellow there's

going to be another one. And maybe your
week goes past and you're sitting there

at home shouting at the telly, wear
yellow, you bitch, wear yellow.

She does.

She finally does.

Wear yellow.

And nothing happens.

I really... I really thought I was on to
something.

I know.

It's easy for them, the way they're
sitting.

You should have done this, you should
have done that.

They weren't in the night, Steve.

I don't know.

I hadn't been so sad.

The other two.

This one last night, you couldn't have
stopped him.

He was going to kill. Try not to blame
yourself.

I didn't want to, Derek.

I did.

100%. I just don't want to.

It's not worth this. It's not.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

What will you do?

What have you got left? Three years?

Two years. It's just over.

So, go early.

Health grounds. Walk away with some
dignity.

Think about it. The last thing you want
is your name in the papers.

I understand Paula was in the car last
night.

I just picked her up from her party.

She all right?

Yeah.

I think Sally could have done without
it.

Uniform on the doorstep after one.

Paula in tow.

She thought there'd been some kind of
accident.

You want me to see about getting a
weekend off?

Spend a bit of time with the family, if
I can go.

No, thanks, Monty.

Come walk away.

After what he did.

I want the bar.

I know, but don't make it personal,
Jack.

You let it get personal.

We will get him.

I know your friends and loved ones will
be asking lots of questions, but please,

for the moment, bear in mind, careless
talk.

I'll be making a full statement to the
press tomorrow.

Until then, it's a complete press
blackout.

Now, business.

I know that most of you will be very
shocked and upset by what's happened, as

am. And some of you are probably
thinking it's back to square one.

But let me make one thing clear at this
time. If anyone believes we're not going

to catch the man responsible for these
crimes, there's the door. Leave now.

We have made progress by the efforts of
officers here.

We've established that Anka Morgan, the
second victim, was not killed by the man

we are seeking. That is an advance.

I'm also informed that the likelihood of
obtaining good forensic evidence from

the Laura Wadey crime scene is very
strong.

We'll know more within the next 12
hours, but I believe we're about to get

bit of luck that we deserve.

I know I can rely on all of you to give
of your best in the next days or weeks.

I know you all feel, as I do, that we
owe it to Laura.

We cannot and will not let this happen
again.

Good luck.

God be with you all.

Oh, sorry, one last thing, of course.

Point of information.

There will be a new FIO on the Welsh
Inquiry within the next 48 hours.

Unfortunately, DCSO is unable to remain
with this, but I'm sure...

None of you would debate his right, but
his health first.

ACC Ronald Stocks will, of course, be
continuing in his duties as officer in

overall command.

That is all.

They've done his legs.

Poor sod.

It had to be done.

I know.

I don't dislike the man, personally.

It's the investigation.

Yeah.

Shall I get on to his office about the
policy file?

I can't see. Is there anything in it we
don't know?

Not now.

Cheers, Gough.

Absent friends.

He wasn't up to it.

I won't blame a man for that.

He shouldn't have been put in the
position in the first place.

Yeah, but for the grace...

Come in, Jack.

Sorry to bother you, Gump, but we've
managed to locate the parents.

They're docking in Reykjavik tonight,
9pm local time.

Thanks, Jack.

Has she said anything?

No.

Is she all right?

He's OK.

How did he get on?

They lost.

Look, I had to go straight there. There
was nothing I could do.

I know.

It's Cuthbert Road, Jack.

That's the other side of the park.

Yeah, well, they're going to do this
press campaign.

TV the works, that sort of thing. It
gets results.

She was 17.

What kind of student?

I know.

But look, don't say anything to anyone
yet you're not meant to know.

Well, who are we meant to know, Jack?
Sally.

Well, he's not coming after you, is he?

Her parents haven't been told yet.

So just wait until after the press call
tomorrow, yeah?

Going round Susan's.

I'll run you over there.

Paula, I'll take you.

It's only Susan's. Yeah, but it won't
take five minutes.

I can get the bus.

I said I'll take you.

Dad. Don't argue with your father. He's
driving you and that's it.

It's last night, isn't it?

A bit, yeah.

I'm nearly 14.

Why not?

She's always on my case.

Come on.

I had to fill the car with petrol
anyway.

And take Fred over the wreck.

Shall I?

It's all right, Monty. You'd better
stay.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this again,
Derek, but last night was definitely

one of ours, wasn't it? I mean, there's
no possibility it could be a copycat.

We're waiting on the post -mortem
confirmation, but initial impressions

that's the case, eh, Monty?

Absolutely, sir.

The pattern of injuries is unmistakable,
known only to us and the killer.

I'm afraid that's no longer strictly
true.

came across my desk an hour ago.

They've been handing these out on the
streets of Cardiff and Swansea for over

week. Ten things the police aren't
telling us about the M4 murders.

Where did they get this from?

If you read on, you'll find it's been
taken directly from Owen's policy file.

I never saw Owen's policy file.

Yes.

And now we know why.

He left it in the back of a taxi.

This is a hoax as hell. A handbook.

Everything we've been using as a
control, his signature, the pattern of

They'll have a field day that blows the
whole thing wide open.

I can only agree with Monty, Derek.

We are looking at a complete disaster.

Pick you up at 10 .30, yeah? Yeah, OK.

Bye. Bye, Dad.

We've decided that I should be the one
that identifies her.

I'm dealing with a young girl with her
inside torn open. I'm damned if I'll be

dictated to. I won't be told what to
film. Not by them.

Me and Jim are running down all the
customers that went to the pizza place

she worked.

You really think it was one of them, one
of her customers?

The man you're running down, my
governor, you haven't got a clue about.

If you stopped for one minute and used a
bit of this.

Rather than giving it all back, you'd
understand there's a big difference

between trying to catch a murderer and
selling sweets.

I'm scared too.

It's for me. It's for Paula. It's
protection.

Protection?

I'm a protection.

Me, her father.

Yeah, but you're not, are you?

You've knocked Torsten. He's still out
there.

It's these lists.

They're giving me the arsehole.

Yeah, well, you ain't the only one under
the cusp, mate. He's after young women.

Young women, babe.

So you've got nothing to worry about,
have you?

He's hardly going to bother a shagged
out old man like you.